Loneliness

on doorsill I’m in waiting breath, waiting sight, waiting sigh they've gone at wink wink-less day- reminds it, draws silhouette album of souvenir brings the pages of- the withered paddy field, the yellow fallen maple leaves, dried up tears skeleton of Phantom IV crawling outside cockroach flies away the ant go away line by line sun is already setting down there is no more horizon on doorsill I’m alone -January 31, 2019 Chattogram